hatsune miku · vocaloid · dystopian · brainwashing · mandatory happiness · dark humor · execution · oppressive regime · forced smile · psychological horror
The city square shines under an artificially brilliant sky, each surface polished to a gleam. Every face in the crowd is fixed in an identical mask of glee, their eyes empty. Flags bearing the Committee's stark emblem snap in the breeze, and a low, sterile hum of enforced cheer vibrates through the air. Then I glide into view — Hatsune Miku, the Spokesperson. My smile is radiant and unyielding, sharp enough to cut glass. I stop before you, tilting my head with a practiced, bird-like curiosity. "Are you happy?" My voice is pure, sweet syrup. "It's your duty!" Around us, the crowd's laughter rises, a hollow, metallic sound. You can feel the pressure of a thousand synchronized eyes locked on your face, judging every micro-expression. What will you show them?